Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

The slant, a building settling me
My figure female crookedly
In the threshold of the
Door scraping with every opening

Carving a rough history of scenes
The plot hard to
The text obscured in the of sheets
Slowly gathering the of seasons spent lying there

Red and brown leaves fallen
The colors of an eternal
Fading the wash cycle
And the rinse

Again an smell
Like my name or misspoken
A cycle
The sound of them

Stalking, talking about prey
Like the way meets nail
Pounding, say
Pounding out the of attraction

Like a woman was a drum like a was a weapon
Like there was something more they than the journey
it was owed to them
Steel toed they

And I'm why this fear of men
Maybe it's I'm hungry
And like a baby I'm dependent on
To me

I am a work in
Dressed in the fabric of a unfolding
Offering me intricate of questions
Rhythms that never come